One Bride for Four Ranchers

His cock springs free, fucking majestic in the sunlight. He’s long and thick and as perfect as any man ever made.

I have to taste him.

Trey gasps above me when I take the tip of his cock into my mouth. But he doesn’t try to stop me. Instead, his hand moves to the back of my head. Not trying to control what I’m doing but touching me, encouraging me all the same.

His musky scent touches my nose as I lick his shaft and then take him further into my mouth. He tastes masculine and raw, with just a touch of saltiness. He’s rock hard yet so soft to the touch.

My lips wrapped around him, I work him in and out of my mouth, gripping the base of his shaft with my hand. With my other hand, I grip his ass, and then I start to work him faster.

“Holy fuck, Jessa,” he groans above me.

His exclamation only makes me want to suck him harder. Show him pleasure that no one else ever has. I swirl my tongue around him force my throat to relax so I can take him farther in. I feel him bump the back of my throat and I revel in the sensation.

His hips begin to move, not hard, but matching my rhythm. I can feel him moving closer and closer to the edge. And I want to taste him.

He curses above me, and then tugs my hair. Just hard enough to get my attention.

I look up at him, and he shakes his head at me and admonishment.

“Not this time, Jessa.” His voice is more growl than normal speech. “Don’t doubt it, I’m going to come in your mouth. But not today. Not our first time.” With that, he steps back.

I release him with an irritated noise, but before I can say anything, he’s lifted me back to my feet and made short work at the rest of my clothes. Then he lays me on the blanket, fierce expression still lighting his gaze.

I’m on fire. Making a man like Trey want me as bad as he does right now has turned me on more than I ever could have imagined in my wildest fantasies. Doing it by taking his cock in my mouth out here in the open air and sunshine is a fantasy I never expected to come true.

Trey gives me a swift kiss, before moving his attention to my breasts. I moan as he sucks on one hard, then he bites my nipple, before licking the pain away.

He looks up at me, gaze so fucking intense that it startles a small moan from me. I close my eyes, embarrassed.

“Open your eyes,” he commands.

Unable to resist, my eyes flutter back open and I do my best to hold his gaze.

“I wanted to take my time. I wanted to worship your body for hours before I let myself come, before I let myself take you. But sweetheart, I’m sorry. I can’t wait this time.” And before I can fully register the meaning of his words, he’s sliding into me, burying himself to the hilt.

“God, yes!” I scream into his shoulder. He fills me up so completely, that the rest of the world ceases to exist. There’s no more blue sky above us, no more birds chirping in the distance. There’s only him, this.

Despite his words, Trey fucks me slowly at first, giving my body a chance to get used to his size. But before long, I’m writhing against him, begging him to take me harder, faster. I need this, I need this tightly controlled man to lose control with me.

And I need it now.

Trey mutters something I can’t make out, but he heeds my words. His thrusts come harder, faster. I can barely keep up. I feel the orgasm, fluttering in the corners of my vision. As if sensing it himself, Trey slips a hand between us, and rubs my clit. Even as he continues to fuck me.

I come hard, my vision exploding with fireworks. My nails dig into his shoulders and I grind myself against him, greedy for every drop of pleasure he can give.

Trey lets out a low groan, and pushes into me once, twice, three times, his pace erratic. Then his whole body shakes as he finds his own release.

A long moment later, I wrap my arms around him and open my eyes. And I realize that somehow, the world didn’t end. The sky is still blue above us.

I’m not sure how long we laid there, my head pressed into Trey’s shoulder as he held me close. But it couldn’t have been more than a half-hour. I think I dozed a bit. I do that a lot now that I’m pregnant.

“We should go see the pasture,” Trey murmurs against my hair. He rubs slow circles on my shoulder.

Moving really doesn’t sound like a good idea. But I wake fully from my doze, and sit up. Before I can go further, Trey sits up next to me and presses a quick kiss on my lips. Then he’s on his feet, searching the grass and blanket for all of our pieces of clothing. We dress quickly, and silently. But surprisingly, the silence doesn’t feel awkward. Not to me, at least.

Together, we fold up the big blanket and then head for the truck. Trey carries the blanket under one arm, and wraps the other around my shoulders while we walk. I place my hand in the small of his back and lean into him. He still smells amazing. Masculine and clean, yet somehow with a touch of the nature around us as well.

I get in the truck while Trey tosses the blanket inside the toolbox and the bed. Then he pulls the truck back out onto the road we were driving down before our very memorable stop.